As with most old houses the work is never really complete. There is always something to be fixed, something is leaking or broken but I don’t mind. I have discovered that there is very little that super glue and a hammer can’t fix.
But we certainly didn’t do all the work ourselves. Some of the bigger projects were completed by Rafael, who works at the College and could probably repair anything. At least that’s what my girls think and they are probably correct. My parents also helped quite a bit. They painted, they measured, bought, and hung curtains; winterized the doors, left us with lovely plants and herbs to grow. Dad largely redid the girls room, Mom purchased bedding, blankets, towels, decorative items, seasonal “festivities” among many other things, you know, all those items that make a house a home. So the cottage as you see it in these photos is really a work of love, continually maintained by our own hands as well as by some of those who love us. And it is a home, our home.